Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 401: Risking Everything Just for Him

Chapter 401: Chapter 401: Risking Everything Just for Him

During the days Amelia was on a business trip, Christopher Hart became increasingly busy.

He needed to finish work during the day and return home to be with the kids in the evening.

Though Amelia said the three children were very obedient and understanding, aware that mom and dad were busy with work and occasionally absent, Christopher believed family and children should definitely come before work.

Neglecting family due to work is putting the cart before the horse.

So, in the days Amelia was away, no matter how many social events he had, he would make it home by nine before the kids went to bed.

He would tell them bedtime stories and listen to their wild imaginations.

Looking at the innocent and pure smiles of the children, his busy and tired heart would find moments of warmth and solace.

Occasionally, a subtle expression on the children’s faces would remind him of the woman he longed for day and night, stirring up waves of longing.

After the kids were asleep, he would continue working in the study.

Through these few days of effort, leveraging his personal skills and Seal-Cloud Corporation’s renowned reputation, he managed to attract quite a few shareholders willing to unite with him.

But while he was making efforts, Summit Industries was also not idle.

As the day of reopening approached, the company’s atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

Late at night, he closed the laptop screen and checked the time, calculating the time difference and contemplating a video call with Amelia, just as his phone rang.

Seeing the avatar flashing on the screen, Christopher Hart’s handsome but weary face immediately broke into a smile as he swiftly answered the call.

"I knew you hadn’t slept yet, what time is it now? I clearly told you to take care of yourself; even Hope listens better than you!"

As soon as the video connected, Amelia Garcia noticed he was still in the study and began to tease him before he could say anything.

Christopher Hart relaxed, leaning against the chair, and gazed fondly at the face on the smartphone screen, asking, "Miss me?"

Amelia was speechless, "I’m criticizing you here! Don’t change the subject!"

"I miss you, I really do, I’m so infatuated that I had a dream about you last night — all about you."

Jerk!

"Stop spouting nonsense!" Amelia thought to herself, holding back her blushing heart and responding in annoyance, "I’ll be back in two days, what’s there to miss? Isn’t all that work enough to keep you busy?"

"No amount of work will stop me from missing you."

"Alright, alright, can’t you talk about something else?" Amelia was truly speechless, watching him through the video, knowing he was having a hard time lately.

The conversation turned serious, and she asked with concern, "How is the company doing? I’ve been following some domestic news, and things don’t seem too good..."

"It’s okay. I met with two investors today, who said they are willing to form strategic partnerships. Most of the news online is written under someone’s directive, deliberately disrupting morale, so don’t believe it."

"Really? You’re not lying to me?"

"How could I dare lie to you?" He chuckled and suddenly remembered his daughter’s words, smoothly changing the topic, "Tonight when putting Hope to bed, she said our family’s mom is the most amazing! No matter how much she or her brothers are fussing, a single look from mom and they behave themselves immediately."

"Really? When have I ever been that fierce with them?"

"Well, I don’t know, but I think Hope’s right. Same goes for me — if you shoot me a strange look, I’d stop misbehaving immediately."

Seeing the mischievous grin on his face, Amelia Garcia scoffed, "Could it be because of your guilty conscience?"

"It’s your authoritative presence."

"Oh, come on, not a single serious word all evening." Amelia knew it was late at night back home, and she made the video call purposely to remind someone that it was time to rest.

"It’s already late, so you should sleep. No matter how many things there are, deal with them after a good night’s rest. I should be back the day after tomorrow, if nothing unexpected occurs."

"Alright, that’s good, any longer and I’d have to come and drag you back."

"I know, I’ll return once I’m done."

The conversation was reaching its end, and it seemed time to hang up.

But neither of them wanted to press that red button on the phone, both staring at the screens.

Christopher gazed at her exquisite features, his voice increasingly tender, "What’s wrong? Got more to say?"

"Isn’t it you who has something to tell me?" Amelia chuckled shyly, hinting.

Christopher Hart caught on quickly, his luscious lips curving into a charming grin, "I miss you, really miss you."

She kept an aloof appearance, "I know, what else?"

"What else?"

She pursed her lips uneasily, her expression awkward, "Well... that message you randomly sent on WhatsApp the other day."

As soon as she spoke, Christopher understood immediately.

His heartbeat skipped, and the usually smooth-talking Mr. Hart was unexpectedly shy and pretended to be clueless, "I’ve sent you so many messages on WhatsApp, who knows which one you mean?"

"When I just left for the business trip, while I was on the plane, you sent me a message. I saw it when I landed, but it was late at night, so I didn’t reply. I got busy the next day and forgot."

Mr. Hart continued feigning innocence, setting up a trap, "Really? I’ve been so busy these days, who remembers what I sent you days ago?"

"Oh, come on! It’s... you sent ’I love you,’ don’t you remember?" Amelia Garcia blurted out anxiously.

But just as those three words left her lips, she saw the man on the screen smiling deeply, a look of triumphant cunning on his face, and she instantly realized she had been tricked!

"Christopher! You tricked me!" she fumed.

The man, overjoyed, said, "Amelia, this is the first time you’ve clearly said those three words to me."

"What are you talking about! I was just repeating what you said!" she defended herself, but her face was flushed and her heart was pounding, unable to meet his eyes, she could only speak in exasperation, "Forget it, I’m not talking to you anymore! Bye!"

Just as her words ended, the video call was disconnected, and the beautiful face on the phone screen disappeared.

Christopher blinked, sighed lightly, and the smile lingered at the corners of his mouth for quite a while.

After a moment, he came to his senses and picked up his phone, pressing the voice button: "Amelia, I love you."

Soon, the reply came from the other side.

Watching, his eyes and eyebrows were filled with an even deeper smile.

[I command you, go to sleep immediately!]

He laughed and pressed the voice button again: "As you command, Mrs. Hart."

Far away in Zurich, Amelia Garcia opened this message and listened to it several times, her smile more radiant than a blossoming flower.

Mrs. Hart...

This title doesn’t sound very pleasant—crazy Mrs.? Sounds like an insult.

With a jumble of thoughts in her mind, she suddenly remembered her main task and opened her contacts to find Benny Palmer’s details.

Just now, she had been asking Christopher about the company’s situation, but he had deliberately changed the topic several times.

In her heart, she knew clearly, but didn’t want to call him out.

It seemed the company’s situation was not as light-hearted as he painted; only by asking Benny Palmer could she learn how serious the problems truly were.

The call connected, and on the other end, someone wasn’t asleep.

Needing something from him, Amelia Garcia was very polite, "Young Master Palmer, I’m sorry to disturb you so late, I wanted to ask about Seal-Cloud’s suspension situation. I just asked Christopher, he said it was alright, but I detect..."

"Alright?" Benny Palmer retorted with these two words, chuckling coldly, then sighing, "He... just wants you not to worry."

"So, the situation is serious?"

"Well, if we say it’s serious, it is serious; if not, then it’s not as bad."

"What do you mean?"

Benny Palmer briefly explained to her, "Seal-Cloud’s crisis doesn’t stem from internal issues, but from external enemies banding together to put pressure and try to devour this juicy morsel. They say three idiots are as good as Smart Brain, Seal-Cloud, no matter how strong, can’t withstand so many idiots ganging up and the barrage of attacks coming in waves. To resolve this crisis, the key is funding; once the funds are in place, dragging things out will implode the opposition. Seal-Cloud has no internal management issues, and the projects are all good, so revitalizing is not difficult—the fundamental solution lies in money."

Amelia Garcia understood.

As long as the money is in place, no problem is truly a problem.

"Approximately how much more funding is required?"

"At least two billion."

Two billion?!

Amelia Garcia was momentarily stunned.

Benny Palmer said, "Originally, Christopher’s stocks, if not maliciously shorted, could cover more than half, and I could think of ways for the rest, almost resolving it, but who knew..."

Amelia Garcia was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke, as if burning the ships behind her: "If two billion can solve the problem, I’ll find a way."

Benny Palmer was greatly shocked: "You have a way? Amelia, not to discourage you, if it were two hundred million, I might believe you could find a way, but this two billion... I’ve been racking my brains these days too, but it’s truly impossible to gather such a large sum in just a few days."

"I know it’s two billion, and I’m saying it, I’ll find a way! But you must promise me, never mention this to Christopher, and don’t tell him I contacted you."

Benny Palmer heard the tension in her voice and suddenly worried, "Amelia, you... you must first tell me how you plan to do this? You must not engage in anything improper, if something untoward happens to you, Christopher will—"

"Don’t worry, I’m very rational and will not do anything illegal. I’ve worked hard to achieve happiness against all odds, how could I bear to give up such a great joy."

"Then you ultimately..."

"Don’t ask just yet, actually I’m not sure now, but I’ll try my best."

"Alright! I’ll wait for your news!"

"Hmm."

After hanging up the phone, Amelia Garcia held her phone tightly, her heart beating anxiously.

The sudden thought that jumped into her mind made her blood boil and rush; she stood up and paced back and forth, engaging in an inner battle between her heart and mind.

Shaw entered, holding some documents, seeing her extreme unease and scattered look, he asked with concern, "Sis, what’s wrong? Is there a problem back home?"

Amelia Garcia turned to look at him, halting her steps, her gaze sharp: "Shaw, I’m thinking about making an important decision—"

Shaw’s face froze, and he stammered, "W-what decision?"

"I want to sell Venus."